Today I finished painting everything at Le Morgan, the cafe where I've been having yummy breakfasts every morning, meeting lovely people. Jean Marc and Odille, from Morgan, asked me some weeks back to paint something on their walls.
Silly goosewilly things that make days turn into osmotic nights and vice versa. For most part, this is balderdash that only makes sense to me.
May those of you who tread past and understand not a thing, rest in peace.